Laying in this Tautochrone

By Dani

A fabric indentation
A body soft at rest
Compression of foam
Soft for rest

A being horizontal
A window askew
Cotton and wood
And Light pools

Warm in glow a filament so bright
Cold and blue a wall of light
Parallax of size this wall appears
In stunning detail of the entire world

This windows bring forth
That which contradicts
The warmth and the glow
Of this space I nest

It displays injustice
It displays violence
It displays despair
It displays hope
It displays humor
It displays grief
It displays fear
It displays justice
It displays
It displays
It displays
It displays

It distances
It separates
It contradicts
It erodes
It
It
It is not of this warmth
It is not of this softness
It is not of happiness

It is ubiquitous

And the drive of which I rest
These nodes of reality coalesce
Rapidly and all at once
This decent down the Tautochrone curve